When did you know him? The girl almost didn't remember. For her for the rest of her life, it seems to be a matter of the previous life.

Once upon a time, it seemed like a summer, no, it seemed like autumn?

Because of the topography, the summer in Stratholme is not hot, and the salty sea breeze blowing from the north even makes people feel a little cool, so the temperature here in spring, summer and autumn hardly changes much.

It seems that when the old man of the Capel family brought the shy boy to visit his father, he didn't seem to be five years old at that time, right? The girl vaguely remembers the first conversation she had with herself while swinging in the yard.

"I'm going to be a priest like Archbishop Alonsos!" The naïve boy obviously doesn't want to be the heir to the family, and he has an obsession with the Holy Light that ordinary people can't understand.

"What is a priest?"

The little girl who followed her father all the year round only knew about nobles and commoners, and the great father only told her that nobles were noble human beings who provided protection and order to the powerless commoners, but never told him in detail what a priest was.

"The priest is the white robe in the chapel, as long as you stretch out your hand like this, the holy light will come down." The excited boy stretched out his arms to the vast sky, as if to embrace the whole world.

"And what is the Light?"

"The Light is ......"

That year, the boys and girls were carefree, playing ignorant quiz games in the golden sun.

At the age of ten, instead of becoming the ideal apprentice priest, the boy was placed by his grandfather as a mentor as a warrior. Every day he struggled to survive under the strict guidance of that instructor, honing himself on the training ground until the sun went down.

At that time, the girl, who had become a priest's apprentice, would always take a detour to walk with him, and at the same time teach each other her own learning and understanding of the path of light, and she always remembered the boy's hidden dream.

"Serijek, your teacher is so bad!" Whenever she looked at the boy's scarred body, the girl would complain about the unmasked guy.

"Grandfather said that scars are the glory of manhood", and at this time, the boy always smiled lightly and changed the topic, "Tell me about your lesson today." ”

"Holy Light ......"

Nowadays, it is the girl's turn to preach to the boy, but for some reason, walking next to the boy who exudes a strong scent, the girl always feels at peace from the bottom of her heart, which is an indescribable sense of security.

That year, the boys and girls were hopeful about their future, looking forward to the realization of their dreams under the stars.

At the age of eighteen, the boy was recognized by the Light as he wished, becoming a paladin favored by the Light, and he was ecstatic to come to the girl to express his joy.

"Braumus, I made it! Holy Light, Holy Light He chose me! ”

"If you had to choose between the Light and me, which would you choose?" At this time, the girl, who had already noticed her father's strangeness, threw out questions that all men could not answer.

"I, I ......"

"Stupid, you're kidding!"

It was a year in which boys were immersed in the joy of success, while girls were deeply troubled by their own worries.

Under the poignant moonlight, the girl looked at the tall back through hazy tears, and the little boy who grew up with her has finally become a man who can shelter from the wind and rain.

Warm blood splattered everywhere, and the severed body fell to the ground with a muffled thud. In front of the paladin, whose whole body radiated the brilliance of holy light, the surrounding thugs all subconsciously retreated. A few days ago, the rumor that the elven paladin made them want to flee with a one-on-ten rumor.

However, these people reacted on the contrary, they are not just ten people, even if this paladin can fight ten at a time, as long as it is not himself who is unlucky!

"He's only one person, teach him a lesson!"

"Kill in the streets, hateful nobles!"

"Kill these nobles, they are the ones who have harmed us like this!"

Relying on the advantage of numbers, the group of thugs got rid of the initial fear and slowly surrounded them again. The funny thing is that they are the ones who carry out the atrocities, but they have portrayed themselves as warriors of resistance, and the paladin in front of them is said to be a fairy tale demon.

Apparently, however, these inflammatory words gave the crowd an outlet for the current chaos, and more and more people gathered over with a gaze of hatred that seemed to tear the young man and woman apart.

Soon, several people who were standing at the front were pushed out. They obviously didn't expect their "companions" to plot against them, but their bodies driven by inertia made them pounce on the young paladin in a panic.

Already thoroughly enraged, Serijek has no mercy on this group of bastards who have no bottom line. The long sword glowing with golden holy light slashed through a cold light in the bright moonlight, directly severing a mercenary's inferior weapon, and the castrated long sword accurately slashed through the opponent's throat, and then sliced the other thug in front of the young man in two.

The thug who followed at the end was lucky enough to dodge the attack, but not the angry punch that followed the paladin. With a muffled "bang", the guy who looked like a thief was blown out and smashed a crowd of people.

But his record clearly didn't make the thug retreat, and the crowd full of hatred and anger in his eyes continued to rush. Although a few more people fell among the lawless in front of him, the originally dazzling holy light on the paladin's body became weaker and weaker.

In the midst of the endless crowd, Seryek mechanically brandished his sword, unconcerned about the new wounds on his body. How many are these? He had almost forgotten how many people he had cut down. At this moment, he had only one thought in his heart, to block everyone for that girl until he died in battle.

The intense exertion of his physical strength and dense wounds made him weaker and weaker, and the long sword was also knocked away in a collision with the enemy. Finally, can't it? The young paladin turned his head vigorously to get one last look at the girl.

What is that? A panda man? I don't know if it's an illusion, but he saw a round, black and white panda man suddenly appear next to the girl. Probably his own hallucination, he didn't care, but turned to Braumus. In the other party's watery eyes, he saw surprise and a patch of gold.

Is that the Light?

I'm sorry, Braumus, but I didn't make it to the end.

The young man who fell was left with only this thought.

Ps: In other words, the author Jun is a 24K pure newcomer, so maybe it's because the pen is not enough, or the plot is old-fashioned, so there are not many recommended votes.

Then, in fact, the data of this book has not been very good from the news recommendation of the first test of the water to the strong score of this week.

Therefore, Sanjiang can be selected, and there is only a small text recommendation on the weekend. However, the editor gave a Thursday picture rotation, and for the author, who has always been very frustrated, there is indeed a sense of sincerity and fear.

Having said so much, I still have to get to the point, that is, in order to have a better recommendation position, so that more people can see Xiaofeng's book, I hope that everyone who starts to like this book next week will be able to spare their collections and recommended votes.

Even if it is not as good as the veterans next door who have thousands of recommendation votes a week, but there are only more than 200 recommendations a week (including the 35 tickets we voted for ourselves every week) still makes Xiaofeng feel ashamed of the editor's great love.

In short, I hope you can support Xiaofeng more in the future, Xiaofeng is here to thank you